The spell attack of the Qi Refining Period cultivator was ineffective in front of the foundation building master, and Wang Jing encountered it for the first time, and he inevitably panicked in his heart. Thinking about Fan Jiarong's murderous eyes, begging for mercy is also a waste of saliva, it is better to fight to the death, even if he dies, he will pay the price. Wang Jing was ruthless in his heart, and a few thoughts turned quickly, he was not only a tenth-layer cultivator of refining qi, his divine thoughts were comparable to a seventh-layer cultivator of the foundation building, but also a second-layer physical cultivation of strengthening muscles and bones.

Come and don't be rude. Just when the howling breath of the ghost and demon was approaching, Fan Jianqiu's divine thoughts were greatly consumed, and he had already descended to the strength of the Qi refining period, and Wang Jing immediately cast the Cloud Steaming Xia Wei Technique, conjuring up a boundless sea of blood in front of Fan Jianqiu. There were countless ghosts in the sea of blood, and they jumped towards him one after another, tearing him off. Fan Jianqiu didn't notice it for a while, and became in a hurry, every time he defeated a ghost head, more ghost heads rushed over, and he couldn't kill him.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Jing held the black ghost head shield in his left hand, his defense was fully open, and he was facing countless hurricanes, enduring the consumption of divine thoughts, and suddenly rushed towards Fan Jianrong, and waved his right fist is a violent beating.

Just as Wang Jing's fist left his body, a golden light shield lit up in front of Fan Jianrong, and the fist hit a pit, which quickly returned to its original state. Wang Jing activated more than a dozen fireball talismans again, attacking on the golden light mask, and the light mask was also unharmed after a few shakes.

Wang Jing took off the flying sword, quickly injected mana, turned into a silver giant sword the size of a zhangxu, and kept slashing at it, but the light mask still didn't move.

Since this old fellow is hiding in the shell of a turtle and screaming, let him never come out. Wang Jing was ruthless, summoned the Shura Spider, who had fully recovered from his injuries, and with a move in his heart, he taught the method of trapping the enemy. The little guy was attacked by the howl of the ghost, and his anger was nowhere to vent, so he immediately opened his mouth and sprayed out a ball of pink silk net, and the golden light mask was wrapped in with Fan Jianrong against the wind.

The pink silk net of the Shura spider has the effect of isolating the aura, Fan Jianrong couldn't absorb the surrounding aura, the horn sound was immediately interrupted, and the backlash occurred, Fan Jianrong spit out a mouthful of blood, and the golden light mask also dimmed. He took out a red pill the size of a walnut that emitted a fishy smell, swallowed it in one gulp, his face turned blood-red, and the breath of the foundation building period immediately went berserk. The golden light mask rose and rose, and soon the pink wire mesh was tightened, and several broke.

Wang Jing's existing means, except for the Heavenly Demon Thunder Flame Blade, which were not used, were exhausted, but in order to hide the traces of his cultivation demon attack, Wang Jing would not use it easily, unless he was sure to kill people.

Seeing that Fan Jianrong was about to burst the spider web and get out of trouble, Wang Jing's fist quickly hammered Fan Jiarong in the spider web like raindrops, making him howl constantly, his left arm was also broken, and his left waist rib was broken. Broken tendons, inconvenience, poor mana, and weaker momentum. The piercing howl he let out turned into a scream of pain, after all, the body of the foundation building method cultivation and the body cultivation were too far apart, not to mention that he was now in a situation of being passively beaten.

Fan Jiarong was between life and death, and he could no longer care about the threat of that ethereal master, he spat out a flying sword, cut a gap in the cobwebs in a few breaths, and with a wave of his right hand, he sent out a fire dragon with a thick bowl, knocking Wang Jinglian and his shield away several feet away.

Under the fire dragon's blow, the ghost head shield made a loud bang, and then a large number of spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the shield surface, shattering into dozens of pieces and falling to the ground. Wang Jing didn't dare to face the anger of the crazy Zhuji master, gritted his teeth, took out the last two Heavenly Thunder and Earth Fire Talisman Seals, injected mana to stimulate it, and used a strange body technique to get close to Fan Jiarong and pressed into the broken spider web that was still set on him. Immediately after that, one flew back upside down, slapped four or five Vajra runes on his body in a row, and then shouted two "Burst, burst!"

The flames soared into the sky, thunder and lightning intertwined, and the cobwebs melted like ice and snow. Fortunately, at the moment of crisis, the Shura Spider was accepted into the Heavenly Demon Ring by Wang Jing and did not receive major damage. And Fan Jianrong was very bad, his golden light mask was also completely damaged, and the aftermath of the Heavenly Thunder and Earth Fire Fu attacked him, blowing up his hair to scorch yellow, his roots stood upright, his clothes were scorched and torn, his left arm was missing, and there were golden thunderbolts flashing from time to time at the wound.

The red in his eyes gradually faded, dull, his breath was reduced to the extreme, and his body was already in a state of temporary numbness under the attack of thunder and lightning.

Where to find this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Wang Jing's breath skyrocketed, flew back, and punched Fan Jianrong. With his strong Heavenly Demon Immortal Body, and the blessing of his cultivation of strong muscles and bones, what double wind poured ears, black tigers plucked hearts, monkeys stole peaches, and two dragons fought for pearls, and they were all cast seventy or eighty times in just a few breaths, until their feet were sore and their hands were weak and they didn't stop until they were weak and couldn't fight again.

Looking at the lump of meat on the ground, Wang Jing couldn't believe his eyes, and he actually killed a master in the foundation building period with his bare hands. There was no danger for the time being, Wang Jing sat on the ground with his buttocks, panting heavily. His face was as white as paper, his whole body was wet with cold sweat, and his mana and physical strength were greatly overdrawn.

At this time, the clouds and mist around him had been consumed in the battle, and it would take a lot of time and energy to collect the cloud miasma. After this battle, Wang Jingfang realized that the monks of the Qi refining period were like ants in front of the monks of the foundation building period. What kind of flying sword technique, fireball technique, is like scratching an itch for the masters in the foundation building period, if it is not for the alchemy technique at a critical moment, it will be killed if it is only one more shot.

Wang Jing accumulated a trace of mana, took out the spirit wine from the Heavenly Demon Ring, and drank a few large sips in a row, quickly recovering the consumed mana and physical strength. After a while, he put away the wine jug, looked up, and found that Zhen Mei'er not far away was nodding and smiling at him.

"I didn't expect that your ability and courage are not small, even the masters in the foundation building period dare to do it, and the elders of the sect are not afraid. Zhen Mei'er saw Wang Jing staring at herself intently, and she was not annoyed, so she giggled.

"My aunt has won the award, don't you have you as a backer? Otherwise, how dare I do it, I can only sit and wait for death. If you want to be guts, I'm really not ordinarily small, but people obviously want to kill me, but they give up the flying sword that they rely on the most during the foundation building period, and what kind of ghost howl to deceive people's hearts, I really can't figure it out. Wang Jing withdrew her gaze from Zhen Meier, shook her head, and asked suspiciously.

"Giggles, maybe it's because people see that your cultivation is low and they don't care to use flying swords against you. After all, people are one level higher than you, and they use the Divine Mind Secret Technique to attack you, which is already very worthy of you. Who knew you were an outlier, and you could still stay awake under the howl of his proud learning ghosts. As a result, the boat capsized in the gutter, and after being attacked by you with that Cloud Steaming Xia Wei Illusion Technique, the divine thoughts were greatly damaged, coupled with the good cooperation of the spirit pet and the talisman seal, and the powerful alchemy technique, he was beaten to death. “